Dreams so real
they have a lived-in feel
Lifetimes and realities, stolen
Dreams so real they have a lived-in feel
A sacrifice again with what appears to be no end
No memory of a break,
a kind word or handshake
The concern one receives
when others see someone plead
for a breath on a ride with
too many things from which to hide
Dreams so real they have a lived-in feel
An unceasing passage carrying other’s baggage
A relentless torture
caused by greed and disorder
The harder I strive,
the horizon subsides
Distant, now lost
I recalculate the cost =
It’s too high.
So, I must say goodbye
Reseed you and me, this cant be
So long, you’ve been gone
I barely remember a we
A plan we began when we urgently ran
From the destruction I view
As
I
search
for you.
Lucid Dreams
Lucid dreams make me contemplate if I am seeing other’s moments in time through the oneness described in scripture, reliving a lifetime lost, a memory lost, or maybe, I simply have a wild imagination. Regardless of which one of these is accurate, I have dreams so vivid that I am convinced they are a reality. Some of them, of course, I would prefer not to see, while others, I wish I could see in person. I love the way Edgar Allan Poe describes a dream:
A Dream Within a Dream
Edgar Allan Poe – 1809-1849
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
This poem is in the public domain.